mondays are for abandon

but friends stay with you all throughout.

from naya's blog:

"On the outskirts of Havana, they call friends mi tierra, my country, or mi sangre, my blood.

In Caracas, a friend is mi pana, my bread, or mi llave, my key: pana from panaderia, bakery, the source of wholesome bread to sate the hunger of the soul; llave, from . . .

'Key, from key,' Mario Benedetti tells me.

And he tells how, when he lived in Buenos Aires in times of terror, he would carry five alternate keys on his key ring: the keys to five houses, to five friends: the keys that proved his salvation."

- Eduardo Galeano